Jax Teller Haircut Novels & Stories

He wasn't even dressed properly, when he heard the doorbell ring. “That was fast” he said to himself before quickly finishing up what he was doing. Xavier rushed to the door, he took in a deep breath before opening it up. He could see Tyler, he was dressed in a white inner shirt, a blue jean jacket and black Jean, his hair was also styled, which made him look more handsome than his usual hair style, he also had a black pair of sneaker on. “Wow, you look great” Xavier spoke “Thank you and you look beautiful” he complimented.

"That's a nice mullet. Let's wash your hair first." Since they were speaking French, Christina translated: "Elijah, lie down on that couch and get your hair washed first. After that, they'll give you a trim." Elijah nodded and lay down on the couch. The hairdresser turned on the hot water, and after washing his hair, gave Elijah a fresh cut. Christina watched from the side, and as she saw Elijah's new look, a smile appeared at the corner of her eyes. "Elijah, you look even more handsome after the haircut."

-Aline- Somewhere between Jian's place and mine, I decided that if I have to live the life of a wolf, I will not run around like a shaggy dog. So, I took a quick detour to my new, as of today, very talented hairdresser. To her surprise and admittedly mine, I marched right into the salon with my waist-length, straight black hair to demand she just cut it all off. She left me with just-barely-touching-my-shoulder-length hair.

It thudded against the baseboard, leaving a scuff mark she’d probably have to deal with later. Jax Harlan, 28, didn’t even flinch. He lounged on the couch like he owned the entire damn building—shirtless, grey sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips, revealing those deep V-lines that carved down toward his groin. Tall and powerfully built, with messy dark hair that always looked freshly fucked, a sharp jawline shadowed by stubble, and piercing hazel eyes that never failed to look like he was mentally undressing her while mocking her existence. He smirked, scrolling lazily on his phone. “It’s called a living room, princess. Not your personal yoga studio. Maybe try not hogging every flat

Jaxson POV “Please Jaxson, come back to bed!” I heard from my bed. She was a clingy thing but she knew she was just for fun. I am a no strings attached kind of guy. I always get what I want. I looked at myself in the mirror as I poured myself another scotch. I had piercing light blue eyes, 6’5”, dark brown hair that is longer in the front than the sides and a chiseled jawline with a 5 o'clock shadow I have been told makes women’s knees weak. My phone started ringing before I had a chance to answer her. I was pretty annoyed she didn’t use my correct title. I will punish her for that in a minute but I need to get this call.

Now I was not an expert, hence the reason why I was unable to decipher exactly what it meant. It's just that my skin prickled, and my pores rose. Nevertheless, it quickly moved to the back of my mind when, as soon as Dr. White and Sheila left. I turned to Jada, still sitting at the side of the bed, and whispered, "He is HOTT." Needing to get that out and surely get Jada's opinion of him. "Yea, he is alright," Jada admits, "and I noticed he got a haircut, his barber marked and shaded him to perfection, even had his edges looking fresh and crisp." She shrugs, "Seems as though he was preparing himself to get into more panties."

I stared at him for a brief moment. He looked…..different! “ You got a new haircut?" I raised a brow. Killain from hours ago had messy curls, almost like a textured fringe. This man right here has a taper fade and a more tensed look. He smiled at me.“ Yeah, a few hours ago.” I mouthed an ‘ oh’. He got a haircut while I was behind bars? That's crazy! He braced himself.“ I'm bailing you out, and then we are moving to Texas…I'll explain later, but once I'm done processing your bail, then we are moving.”

Andrea Jax is stunning. Her hair is raven black, high cheekbones and brown eyes that look like melted chocolate. She’s slender, and tall. Just like Elizabeth Jax. “By the way you’re tensed, it’s either you know what your dad did to me, or you’re terrified of my mental health condition,” she says. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to stab you.” I flinch. “N-no. I don’t think you’re going to-to stab me. I’m sorry if I’m giving that kind of—”

Chapter 18 Leila emerged from the Cut’ N’ Curl and ran a hand over her “trim”. Kacey Jo had taken off at least four or five inches and cut it into choppy waves. Not that it looked bad, but Leila was accustomed to long hair that touched the middle of her back. It seemed men liked long hair on a girl to run their fingers through. She wondered what Sterling would think of her new hairdo.

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac